Best Fatherhood Poems
As a dad, who am I kidding?
I never expected that I would
Ever be a dad. As in I did not
Think I would ever experience
Another human being calling
Me, their dad.
I mean it’s not like I do not like
Being a dad it is just me being
A dad is something that was
unexpected for me.
I mean after all I can be considered
A loner, an outcast one who does not
Quite fit the norm of what a REAL man
Is supposed to me by the standards of
Corrupt society.
Yes little old me.
But it happened you are here and I am
There for you every year of your life.
Whether in person or in spirit I am
ALWAYS there, where, here with you.
As a dad your life existence has become my
Responsibility. So I respond to my ability
to be a presence of stability in my paternity
Energy.
I give thanks to the most high after all your
the apple of me and your mom’s eye.
A living angel in the real when your sad my
Child you come to me bold and courageous
never afraid to tell me how you feel.
We have fun together build memories in all my
years of life I never imagine that I would have my
own family.
As a dad I want to give you the best. Strengthen your
Angel wings so you can fly when your old enough to leave the
Nest.
Prep you for every life lesson because life is constantly testing
My one and only having you is truly a blessing.
As a dad you am me have a special bond that many
Others do not have growing up, so when others see
And acknowledge this they will be envious of you
Because you have something they do not have but
Only wish they had.
As a dad loving you and your mother is my number 1
Priority. You are a apart of me so everything you do I
Know I can not be fully mad at you because you are
A reflection of me.
Mothers of the world, I plead with you,
For each child you nurture, a life anew.
Be they good or bad, in your arms they grew,
Amidst a harsh world, let anger subdue.
Fathers standing tall, can you comprehend?
The struggles they face, the wounds they must mend.
Frowns breed chaos, let compassion ascend,
Boys forced into men, a cycle we must transcend.
And who should carry the weight of this plight?
The child who cries out, seeking solace in the night?
The mother balancing, with all her might,
The father, a pillar, when darkness takes flight?
Or is it society, the one to blame,
Muting our cries, labeling them as tame,
But who's there for you, in sorrow and flame,
A listening mother, with love as her name.
A father toiling, his devotion unyielding,
While you weep, he senses the pain you're concealing,
Society looms, its blows ever revealing,
Can we recreate a world where compassion is healing?
Let us rise together, mothers and fathers as one,
In a symphony of love, our battles undone,
Where society listens, its heart truly won,
And the silent cries find solace in the sun.
Grown from a wellspring sanctuary, drinking from the Tree of Nutrition,
A child is born, a small hand clings to my finger, tears fall and the offering has been given.
Your brown eyes, your curly hair, is a place between past and present.
When I'm holding you, I'm in my True form, Agape's Developed presence.
Metabolic characteristics formed from an omnipotent Tree,
Learning to breath oxygen and nitrogen at the expense of cacophony.
That cacophony means love, life, and joy to the Developed ear,
That cacophony is the conduit between Agape's love and undeveloped fear.
The Perfection of Six.
There aren’t enough ways,
To emphasize your impact each day.
Such an influence in every way,
No matter the time of the day.
Thank you for everything you do,
No idea where I’d be if not for you.
Bouncing in life around and through,
Loose and unstable as a wild kangaroo.
You brought peace and stability,
I didn’t think those were a possibility.
You changed my entire perception,
My idea was based on a misconception.
Took me out of the tornado’s eye,
Brought me over to the other side.
Endless gratitude fills my heart,
You repaired the pieces that fell apart.
Happy Birthday Dad, I love you!
Photo #2
Two taps in an oval, ceramic mold
(time pause of my playful, jittery tot)
were set to dry and decorated bold,
placed with care in a rustling garden plot.
Fresh blooms surround, abounding with vigor
like children's laughter, sunshine's pulse and rain.
His feet fast extend, toes growing bigger,
yet small remain his precious footprints twain.
5-2-2021
"Footprints" Old or New for a Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caroline Devonshire
So my son is knocking up
The alphabet at the worktable
He's onto the letter 'j'
(Should it have a hat or not?)
"Downward stroke, with a curl,
Then stab his face."
He's onto the letter 't'
(The Romans pronounced it 'tay')
"Downward stroke, then slap
Him across the mug."
The ancients kept reversing and
Rotating them
I do the same with my son
And as he's tucked into bed
I regret the bloodthirsty
Language I used
Be careful what you utter
To a child
"Dad, I'm going to blow your glasses off."
Fatherhood is a serious job,
There is no time to slack off or to be a slob,
It requires tenacity and due diligence,
Indifference could cause children to be
plagued with all sorts of pestilence,
Fathers have to be stalworth and strong
in order to keep their children
from doing wrong.
Our First Baby
I look in the mirror, who have I become?
The woman I was, shall soon be a Mum.
My figure so round, so awkward, deprived,
But the little one inside keeps my confidence alive.
I worry so much about the mother I will be,
Would I be perfect for this little he or she?
Have I everything I need, from nappies to bibs?
Oh gosh, did I make a mistake with the choice of the crib!
I find myself, crying and laughing in one,
I knew this was expected for an expecting Mum,
But regardless of what lies ahead now for me,
I know I will love you no matter what, you’ll see.
I look at my wife, I see her so calm,
Will I be that father, who can do no harm?
Do I have the strength to help It strive?
Will he or she take over our lives?
Oh, so much I fear, the worry just grows,
Do you think my wife see this, do you think she knows?
The concerns of finance, are we financial sound?
I was told to expect this, a growing mound.
But when she turns to me and her eyes are a smile,
I know I can do this, I have got this somehow.
The start of our family, my wife, baby and me,
Nothing unexpectant can take this from me.
date of poem 24 July 2018
Our first baby was born on the 9th September 2018
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares
to the seminal instance
whence spermatozoa
(from profuse ejaculation) beget
the miraculous propensity
to procreate despite the steep odds
female fertility fosters potential impregnation
fusing the hereditary debt
of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness
fueling fancy free footloose fornication
prior to seminal fertilization union
sans ova doth induce fret
full ness in tandem with
diametrically opposed exultant sensations
(biologically, embryonically, microscopically,
et cetera) seismic shocks inject
when deliberate intent arises to disregard
applying prophylactics choice
plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain
bastes the "cooking" egg omelette
which impregnation upends cessation of "self"
first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative
of webbed world de jure upon
consummating that most miraculous deed
necessitating yet for the fecund female relief
from messy menstrual cycle
she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced
in the euphoric family, she instinctually
abides prenatal signals that heed
without feeling debased, harangued, lectured
pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously,
ineluctably, kinesthetically
lectured by elder, especially cast
in thee reel life drama, that nine months
til offspring utters initial whimper
elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing
to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last
ideally fully awake to the birthing process,
when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably
(perhaps colicky infant)
gets first dibs to suckle,
which round the clock nursing
consumes moments many vast.
It's difficult to define a father precisely
So, let's imagine how a father would be
A father may be figuratively similar to these:
A starting point, a fulcrum, a roof, a piece of land
A mountain, a sky, a star, a beam of sunshine
A lamp, a mirror, a book, a guide,a set of minds,
...
I reckon a father can be similar to each of them
if he is viewed from different perspectives
However, fatherhood will not be fairly defined
If all the pieces above aren't yet combined ?
Father is not just one
who gives birth to children
I have seen friends
who lost their father
when they were in teens
and had to play role of father
They curbed childish instincts
to be carefree, play, eat and sleep
They calmed fear of family
stating in childish tone
gloom days too shall pass by
Tried to earn a bit they could
sacrificed their own dreams
but kept siblings dreams alive
would study and work
to keep the home fire burning
Days passed by
Life became stable
All siblings
achieved their goals
Teenage father rewarded
for sacrificing childhood
Grown up siblings
still regard elder brother
as a father figure
An inspiring tale
of father who became father
before giving birth to children
Father is anyone
who nurtures anyone not just own
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© Hitendra Mehta
Fatherhood
Becoming a father, don't take it for granted
It's very important, this seed you have planted
Will take on new life, and a soul of its own
Everyone knows, you must reap what you've sewn
The Lord has a part, in creating this life
You'll answer to him, when you enter the light
He places upon you, a very large weight
To fail him now, the consequence great
The rewards are greater, far from mild
He relies on you, to guide this child
Teach moral and value and always to seek him
For if they do not, their future may be grim
Such an honor it is, God gave you this duty
For when done right, there will be so much beauty
The seed you have sewn, you will see come to bloom
You'll be able to notice, from across the room
The fruits of your labor, oh how they glow
They grow up so fast, so soon you will know
How it was worth, the sacrifice
Enough that you would do it twice
Don't ever act like, your child is a bother
God doesn't view that, as being a father
Be patient and strong, and also forgiving
So the bond that you share, will be ever living
Then you will know, you've done as you should
If you trust God to guide you, through fatherhood
Fatherhood is a joy brought by the marvel of new things
It comes in a child's gaze that seems to sing
Of the joy within his father's heart
Felt by the pride as he makes a part
For a son in his life--
A love upon which he would be called to fight
For the free love he feels now within his life.
There is nothing quite as sweet
As you two in this by chance meeting
What am I to do--
With scenes of family such as this?
Perhaps I'll just pull up a chair
And watch you dream sweet dreams
With a kind and gentle stare
Without you even knowing that I am there.
The “S” upon my chest
Started fading as they grew older
The infallibility of their Dad
Became a myth as they got bolder
Suddenly I was out of touch
And couldn’t comprehend the simplest things
Thinking they knew so much more than me
Is what their pubescent stages brings
I was a boob when they went to college
Then they started families of their own
The circle has since become complete
Father is wise again now that their grown
Can you see that little boy in fear while his sister is crying because daddy is no where in
sight?
You claimed to be a man? But what about trying to be a father, and now doing what you
know is supposed to be right…?
Why do you turn your back on your children just because you do not get along with your
babies’ mama..?
You helped to bring them into this world, so why just up and leave to abandon them in a
world fulfilled of drama..?
A real man stays around to make sure that his child is raised correctly and to watch as that
child grow up..
So take part in your child’s life because no parents should want their kids’ childhood to grow
up so rough..!
Why not take some time out to shower your child with love, care, and show that unity..
Because we all know too well that we already have too many missing fathers out there in our
community …!!
Blessed indeed is the man who hears gentle voices calling him father ….!